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Signs of the Times

There’s a goofy guy I often see.
He’s dressed as Lady Liberty
And every day he waves at me
As I go driving by.
Another, dressed as Uncle Sam,
Creates a daily traffic jam.
It’s possible he’s just a ham,
Though I suspect he’s high.

I’ve swerved for patriotic cats,
For musket-toting acrobats,
For chimpanzees in stovepipe hats.
It happens every year.
They suck, it’s true, yet I for one
Won’t run them down or draw my gun.
I know when April’s halfway done,
They’ll simply disappear.



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